EIN Beatle, Ein French Volk, EIN Benji
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It's actually Sunday night but can't remember the German for Sunday. Terminator 2 was such a classic action movie, even after all this time.
Just had dinner (which is breakfast with the permanent intermittent fasting eating around 5pm onwards only) and for a little dessert just grabbed a chunk of President camembert cheese from the fridge. It's actually probably made in France and a French brand so Président, in fact. Somehow I still remember from the half year in Paris spent, shopping around with this George Harrison song playing, wondering about buying this particular cheese in France, as opposed to normal old Australia.
Anyway before I go off on my schizophrenic random tangent, let me praise our sane western culture for highlighting the transphobic nature of folks and decrying the schizophrenic nature of all discussion relating to reincarnation (Hindus with reincarnation and complete and utter transphobia should be drugged up on anti psychotics en masse, a la Nazi Germany, industrial level). Also mentioning the first Australians, the original custodians of the land, holler.
So there I was with my father Napoleon and best pal Joseph Goebbels. It was around the turn of the decade from 80s to 90s and Goebbels was anxious to make a spectacle of watching my father Napoleon watching his precious Fawlty Towers* over a bowl of warm milk corn flakes ® for the sake of enjoying watching his face turn red and heaving with laughter (big fan in hell over here, y'all). Goebbels had somehow won the graces of Queen Victoria (mom), who generally didn't like him eating (much if any) of her (Spanish jew - marrana) food.
However, somehow, he seemed to manage to get a bowl. As I recall it, Napoleon was always able to eat his food first, getting the Mrs to carry his plate away (I guess he trained her for that by smashing a broomstick over her back before I was born, what a champion), before settling into heaving laughter (not a little poofy giggle y'all). Goebbels was around especially to see this. I think I had told him about it like he had to check it out. He was so affected by it his corn flakes milk ended up coming out of his nostrils laughing in response. I myself never found any of this slightly amusing, generally speaking, apart from the milky nostrils I guess, however obviously Goebbels did. Goebbels was also impressed by the crushed and stinking look my father would leave on his armchair cushion which he crushed and sweated on with his considerable girth.
So there you have it, German terrorist, French terrorist, British royalty, Corn Flakes®. Fawlty Towers is funny. Ha, ha so funny. Insert Beatles I am the walrus hee hee hee ha ha ha laugh here.
Holler to today's great cultural, political and scientific leaders saving us from transphobia, such wisdom. Teaching kids their gender is wrong because it's pre gender altering surgery. Such sagacity.
Hoorah, Exeunt and flourish of trumpets and cries of sirrah!
Don't forget Top Gun Maverick hitting cinemas soon! Regardez alors!
https://youtu.be/giXco2jaZ_4
Why don't birds on electrical wires get electrocuted?
https://youtu.be/rtnmCf2QFTc
* https://youtu.be/tcliR8kAbzc
Classic room with a view cuz
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